Capacity Blown (Dirty)

Big Kwam - “Capacity Blown”
[Emcee(s): Big Kwam]
[Producer(s): The Creators (Juliano & Si Spex)]
[Scratches: Mr. Thing]

[Verse 1: Big Kwam]
Kwam! Off the bat, I strike, black, and the type venomous
You gon’ “Remember” this like a Shalamar “Night”
My pen is descriptive, shoot from the hip with the sick shit
Tagging you nitwits with the scriptures to make your wigs lift
Mic in my right, the other grabbing my balls. I steam herb
To conceive words like vaginal walls, but without
The cramps though. Put your lights out like damp dro
I lamp, yo, Uptown Saturday Night like Camp Lo
Corrupt thoughts like Catholicism. Black
Apostle’s driven deep like the granites of earth where fossils hidden
I’m living—that’s half the battle won. Now I gotta
Resurrect my physical and have a son, but when
I pass away, my epitaph’ll say, “Grams
Mixed with hash, ass, and a glass of ‘Zé, and he was
In his element.” My casket carried by my regiment
With the speakers knocking “Eric B. For President”
Kwam written in stars, spitting these bars
Hitting you hard, mic-murderer guilty as charged
Guilty as charged
Lyrical barrage, word up

[Hook: Samples with Scratches Mr. Thing]
“Big Kwam”
“I’m internationally known” - Sample from Rakim - “The Saga Begins”
“Big Kwam”
“Every capacity blown” - Sample from Rakim - “The Saga Begins”

[Verse 2: Big Kwam]
Making
Bars kill ya, my squad iller than a Mars Villa
Axe-kick, react quick, the scar-sweller, just
A calm pillar of strength bent from hard liquor
Touring was just a method to con quicker
It has to be the way my verbal tapestry weave
Intricate visuals in your cerebral cavity that got me
Immortalized on wax ‘cause I’m an icon strapped
Out with my mic on, turn sound-booths to Saigon
Carlos the Jackal shit, you’ll get tackled with styles
That push wigs back like clenched fists on afro pick
The virtuoso, solo rapper for dolo
Letter bombs for po-po, landing promos in slow-mo

[Hook: Samples with Scratches Mr. Thing]
“Big Kwam”
“I’m internationally known” - Sample from Rakim - “The Saga Begins”
“Big Kwam”
“Got the world spinning hectic” - Sample from Rakim - “The Saga Begins”

[Verse 3: Big Kwam]
I say
My life is like majority black, committing disorderly
Acts on all of these cats whose calling me wack
Words assault and batter, nailing mics to a cross with daggers
Spitting rhymes with the force to shatter backboards in
Madison Square, grammatically clear cannibal
Parable savagely tear your faculty’s gear. What’s happening
Here is the rebirth of emcees
Squeeze first with plenty shots popping like hemp seeds
Hot? I wrote that. If it’s raw, I smoke that
My broke cast is swerving their Ac’s with no road tax
Crash hydrants, flee from the whip and dip from those who
Flash sirens in a blatant act of defiance
Lawless living, flawless vision, conquer
Like Mars and pilgrims who co-opt poor civilians
Twan’s the sheriff, I’m the deputy, we’re set to be
Via telepathy, cross-water slaughter who step to me

[Hook: Samples with Scratches Mr. Thing]
“Big Kwam”
“I’m internationally known” - Sample from Rakim - “The Saga Begins”
“Big Kwam”
“Microphone phenomenal” - Sample from Rakim - “The Saga Begins”